Genetic Ascension novel Chapter 1620

Chapter 1620 Glassvolt Throne (2)

Sylas stood high in the skies, his throne to his back, bolts of emerald flashing wildly down. Every bit of land they connected with became a sea of glass.

This battle... there was no need to extend it any longer.

SHUUUU.

Runes danced, forming a cascade of barriers around Sylas. One after another, it was like the world bent and whined.

Sylas had been out for almost six days now. He hadn't spent any time at all analyzing this world, and effectively, [Glassvolt Throne] should have taken him at least hours to raise to this level.

But he didn't have to.

That was because Nosphaleen had done it for him.

Every skill she cast, every tweak to reality she made, every shift in space and pull on gravity-she was comprehending more and more of the world around them.

Even though it wasn't perfect, for Sylas...

It was more than enough.

Waves of Demons and armies of Sanctums were turned into statues of glass, their Wills blanking out of existence, crushed to nothingness.

Sylas raised a hand, his tail waving in the skies as though to sweep more and more Glassvolt into its core.

Leia and Fifth Prince Sona were very much mistaken. Sure, if he battled them the normal way, maybe it would take him a great deal of effort to finish dealing with them.

He could play Leia like a fool, but they were right in saying that his stats were too low to deal a devastating blow to her. If he had even just 70% of her stats in effectiveness, she wouldn't last even a single exchange.

The only reason he had fought them for so long was to stretch out his limbs and teach them a lesson. If he ended the battle too quickly, maybe they wouldn't realize who it was that sent them to hell.

Lightning danced in Sylas' hair, the world shattering as E-tier Aether formed around him, a Glassvolt that should have been far beyond his means to control reeled in by his Throne.

Space fractured and cracked, the whining of a world on the verge of collapse playing out before them.

Leia's eyes widened.

Fifth Prince Sona's fury was wiped from his face and replaced with horror.

Then it appeared.

A crown of bloodied blades-one that peeled away layers of emerald to reveal swaths of red and gold.

A vortex of clouds formed above, a shuddering, oppressive might layering onto them all.

Sylas raised a hand and grabbed, as though a God of Lightning ripping bolts from the very skies themselves. It formed into a javelin of green steel so solid it didn't look like it had been formed of energy at all.

It condensed in solid, subtle green, a radiant gold pulsing out from it in waves.

He raised his hand, and though his expression was unmoved, his gaze calm, his breathing unhurried, his Will was akin to a raging torrent that made one thing as clear as day: This was the cost for those that touched his bottom line.

He took a step and space rippled beneath his heel. Reality was forcefully solidified around him, and his muscles flexed like steel cords.

His arm cocked back-and the world froze.

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